Hello, yes it's me. If you read my other fanfictions, sorry that I haven't updated. I will try my hardest to update. This week, I will have all EIGHT chapters up on Saturday. Today is Wednesday and my school has recently banned from me. So, like I said I will be typing through the early hours of dawn to get this story out and readable to you- my dear readers, who without I would die. Not really, BUT METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING. I will have typed all the chapters that have been written out, then go on holiday to write more.
WARNING: Vegeta and Trunks are not related in any way, shape, or form- other than being the same species. Story does not follow any specific timeline.
DISCLAIMER: I own only this story and its plot.
Chapter 1- The prince
"Hey vegeta." Nappa's voice called out from the speakers of the intercom.
Oh god Dammit. "What nappa?" The prince's voice responded through the speakers, sounding like he had done a lot of yelling and his voice was raw. His voice was a lower tone and sounded nice if it weren't for the static.
"I'm bored, are you? How about we stop at a planet?" The annoying voice of nappa responded. Nappa had an annoying voice, no matter the situation.
"Fine, but find one suitable enough for me." The prince responded, shutting off the communications device and relaxing into his seat.
"Why do I, the prince of all sayans, have to put up with and babysit this nitwit? Oh, I just want to cut myself, but if I do he'll find out and get even more annoying… If that's even possible." The prince spent half an hour entertaining the idea of cutting his wrist for the third time that day and decided, ah what the hell. It can't hurt, I do it every day.
He pulled a razor out of his pocket that he kept hiding there. It was small, shiny and practically called the name of his wrist. He looked around like a kid that was sneaking a cookie out of the jar and pulled his left glove off. There were cuts going from his wrist to his elbow accumulated over the past seven years of torture. Cutting had been introduced to him on frieza's ship, and he had taken to it quickly. It relieved him. He remembered the first time he had cut wrist as he sliced it open again. He leaned his head back in a perfect state of bliss until the computer said something.
"Prince vegeta, cutting is not safe." He would have damned the computer to hell if it hadn't kept him sane for the past seven years.
"Fine, I'll put it away." He said, putting the razor in his pocket and cleaning his wrist up with a bandage, putting his glove back on when he was done. Vegeta's computer was special; it thought it had emotions and a mind of its own. To the computer, it was a living being requiring electricity as food and named computer.
"I wish you would quit stopping me in the middle." He said irritated.
"I wish you would quit cutting period."
"Have you found a planet yet?" The communications device was snapped back on. The prince was short tempered as usual, just one thing could set him off- his temper a trigger about to be squeezed.
"How about arlia? The reports say the airs clean, there's peace and everything." Nappa's annoying god damned voice responded.
"Fine." The device was snapped off .
"Set a course to arlia." The prince snapped at the computer.
"Course readjusted to stop at arlia." Computer responded.
"Good." Vegeta sat back into his seat and relaxed.
End Chapter 1